Monday, October 06, 2003
My connection went on the fritz, and school left little time for me to stop over to check weblogs. Oh, well. I'm at school now (the library); I'll ask Chris to fix the connection if he does not appear too busy this evening.at 9:34 AM
During the past week I did what I've been doing regularly since the end of August- rode the bus, sat through my classes, rode the bus, slaved for other people at work, and walked home. The acquisition of strength in my legs amazes me. It is a thrilling new experience.
Wednesday through Saturday Pam and Chris took their child to Vegas. I really don't know that they did too much carting a kid around. Pam mentioned the casino owners wouldn't let people with babies gamble. This was probably for the best- Rowan probably would like to attend college someday.
Pam told me she bought the first part of my Christmas present. I asked her where she would keep a man-eating tiger for three months. I am pleased, for anything that arrives in installments must be truly spectacular.
Walking home from work I pass a PETCO. Lacking anything constructive to do one afternoon a week or two ago, I stepped in to look at the fishies. I made a decision on the spot to purchase one of their fishies for Pam's Christmas gift. I do enjoy giving useless things. I considered getting Chris a white rat, but he would not appreciate receiving yet another house pet. Fish aren't pets, so much as they are decorations that must be fed on occasion.
Not that Rocky qualifies as a pet by my definition, either. On the first night of the absence of the owners of the house, Rocky took opportunity to poop on the living room rug. Dadgum mutt. Had the poop landed on the wood floor, I could have cleaned it with relative ease, but Rocky insistently emptied his shaky old bowels on the best spot he could find.
Dogs are more trouble than they're worth.
I wrote this as I sat awaiting my second bus. At this point I still had fifteen minutes of waiting before it arrived. I am somewhat tired and extremely grateful I do not work this evening. In fact, I do not work again until Wednesday. Ausgezeichnet. That gives me time to read the next chapters in each of my textbooks.
Returning to the subject of dogs, when I let Reagan and Murphy out to take their dumps Thursday, they flew after a man who was walking his dog down the street. Murphy (the big, drooly Saint Bernard) ignored me as I screamed at her to sit, heel, lie down, and stay (each command in rapid succession after the first failed). Fortunately, the other pet's owner knew what to do. "Murphy, sit." Murphy sat. "Murphy, stay." Murphy stayed as the guy walked away with his much-frightened dog.
Dogs, like my siblings or anyone else I try to boss around, know that I am never the "alpha male" in any given situation.
Dogs are more trouble than they're worth.
On Wednesday Sue (the Ad Club sponsor) gave me the club treasury report, as I have been officially designated Treasurer. Our balance at the moment is over three thousand dollars. The club wants to raise enough money to take about eight people on a trip to Chicago at the end of the school year. This I look forward to greatly.
